Knock, knock......
What awaits us,
on the other side of life's door.
Shall we see that bright light,
and follow it, yearning to see more.
So many have left us here,
taken, in their passing, of this everyday life.
Never to reappear,
Their hearts no longer feeling any joys, or strife.
They've been taken,
As we feel them missing, our hearts left bleeding.
We can only Pray,
their beside Jesus, in Heaven no-longer ever needing.
Blessed are they,
for they now have found their place of eternal happiness.
Now we wait,
remaining here, to be called. Living, feeling their emptiness.
One day we shall all,
awake to see the other side of life's door.
I hope everyone,
awakes to see this vision, with all of this, and so much more!
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
We have all wondered about death, and when it knocks on our door.
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